Thomas Koron

On this bed of roses my teardrops fall,
As clouds begin to darken in the sky,
And vines have grown across the garden’s wall.
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Spending our time where people loudly talk,
We wave to friendly faces from afar.
An empty glass leads us to slowly walk
Through the crowd, as we step up to the bar.
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I found pleasure in every direction,
As I wandered mystified through the fields.
A snapdragon captured my attention;
Possessed with the sensation that it yields.
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One summer night, in the month of July,
After the heat of the day had simmered,
The moon softly glowed in the starlit sky;
And your beautiful blue eyes had shimmered.
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By the darkest shadows in the moonlight,
A werewolf creeps through the woods as it stalks.
This beast is such a terrifying sight;
Thirsty for blood, upon bare feet it walks.
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Last night I had dreamed,
About all things horrible,
Housed under one roof.
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At dusk we shall bask in the veil of night,
Covering all that the eye ever sees.
A cloak of clouds masking the moon so bright,
As bats fly in circles above the trees.
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In your earliest days, I had seen you
Look across the room from a rocking chair.
Over the carpet, you would crawl to where
Very small toys were gathered in your view.
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[Cecilia's aria from 'Duke Randolph']

A candle burns in the window,
To light up his way back to me.
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Beware of the shining eyes in the dark;
Dreaming by day, at night it never sleeps.
Its sharp claws dig in deep, leaving their mark
Upon every soft object while it creeps.
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When I now look out far over the hills,
Fondly remembering the days of old;
I see snow on the ground, and my mind fills
With the numbness of twenty winters’ cold.
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Upon the sheets my sultry mistress lies,
As she welcomes me her room to enter,
With soft candles reflecting in her eyes.
She rolls her body over the center;
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In the deepest memories of my mind,
There is a place to where I wish to go.
Remembering a woman fair and kind,
I miss her more than she will ever know.
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Behold the sweet angel as she dances,
Bringing heaven with her into the night,
Her eyes glisten—spellbound with her glances—
That soft image twinkling in my sight.
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When I first saw her in my frame of view,
I felt a lifting from all of my pain.
Her eyes began to shine like morning dew,
More tender than the blessed falling rain.
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The season that once burned has now grown cold,
And nature has left stains upon the leaves.
I see colors of red, orange and gold,
As they roll off of my shoulders and sleeves.
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There reaches a point within our lives where
We all long for some comfort from our grief.
A sense of mercy and welcoming care;
Rewards for our devotion and belief.
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The wind whispers curses into the trees,
As I look out the windows of my room.
Snow keeps falling through the relentless breeze,
And the sky’s a prison of darkened gloom.
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She walks alone through the forest in white;
Under thick boughs she lets out her lament—
Holding her head and wailing in the night.
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Along came a stork,
To deliver me a child,
Sent down from heaven.
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